Date: Sun, 17 Apr 2005 16:58:59 -0700
From: ty undisclosed <blnch@msn.com>
Subject: Ocean Blue 7

Disclaimer: If sex between two males offends you(why r u in the gay section
of nifty in the first place) then please leave. If you're under the legal
age( you've probably skipped this part anyway) please leave as well. All
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like that without my consent.

			~**Ocean Blue Chapter 7**~


	"Tristan, honey are you home?" A voice called from downstairs
breaking the boys' moment.

"Yeah mom, just a second." Tristan yelled, "guess we better get down there
huh? Just a warning she`s gonna ask a LOT of questions" he said to Aiden.

"O-ok." Aiden said with a smile, trying to be brave. The thought of meeting
Aiden's mom terrified him. What if she didn't like him? What if she thought
he was stupid because of his stutter? What if she wouldn't let him see
Tristan anymore? What if-

"Aiden?"

"Y-yeah."

"Stop worrying."
					***

	"Hi sweetie and you must be Aiden." Tristan's mother said.

Aiden managed to get over his butterflies for a brief moment to speak, "
H-hi M-mrs. D-daniels."

For a moment he could have sworn he saw something flash in her eyes. He
couldn't quite put his finger on the emotion but he knew it wasn't good.

"Mrs. Daniels is my mother, just call me Margaret." She said with a warm
smile but incredibly cold eyes, making Aiden wondered how in the world he
had screwed up this soon. "Let's all go sit on the couch ok?"

Aiden shuffled over to the couch with his head hung low. Disapproval. That
was the emotion.  They all settled on the couch and the inevitable awkward
silence followed, but to Aiden it was a hell of a lot better than the round
of questions he knew was next.

"So Aiden how old are you?" Tristan's mother started off, but Aiden wasn't
fooled, he knew how it worked. Easy questions first, the heart wrenching
ones later.

"S-seventeen."

"So you're a senior?"

"Y-yes."

"What are your plans for after high school?"

"I w-w-want to be a p-pediatrician." Aiden said blushing, no one knew that
except him and his mother.

"Oh really, so you like kids?"

"Y-yes."

"Maybe you could get Aiden a like, internship at the hospital or something
like that." Tristan added.

"Maybe." His mother replied simply, "So what do your parents do Aiden?"

"M-m-y mom cleans h-houses." Aiden said with as much confidence as he
could. He was proud of his mother and he wanted Margaret to know it.

"Oh, I see, what about your father?"

Aiden froze. How the hell was he supposed to answer that question? He shot
a helpless look in Tristan's direction, which he thankfully noticed.

"Uh, mom, next question huh?" Tristan said.

"Um, ok I suppose," The suspicion was clear as day in her eyes but
thankfully she let it go, " I need to get back the hospital anyways. I'm
just on a break. It was nice meeting you though Aiden." She said with a
smile. It was fake. Aiden could tell.

"N-nice meeting you t-too." He said politely as he could, a last attempt at
winning Margaret's approval. No such luck. She just gave him an insincere
smile, said goodbye to Tristan, and left.

	"She h-hates m-me!" Aiden blurted the moment the door was shut.

"No she doesn't." Tristan soothed coming over and putting his arm around
Aiden.

 Aiden reflexively buried his head in Tristan's shoulder and mumbled "Nuh
uh" hoping it didn't come out as childish as it sounded in his mind.

"Yes huh." Tristan insisted pulling Aiden closer; "She just needs time to
get to know you that's all."

"I d-don't k-know. What if s-she n-never likes me?" Aiden said.

"She will, I promise." Tristan said softly.

"O-ok." Aiden said.

"It's getting a bit late, shouldn't you be getting home?" Tristan asked,
not really wanting Aiden to go, but feeling the need to ask anyways.

"Y-yeah I g-guess." Aiden said with a sigh. He was still worried about
Tristan's mother and her obvious dislike towards him. He stood up slowly,
stretching, with a yawn, He hadn't realized how tired he was. He looked
down at Tristan who was still on the couch now smiling.

"W-what?" Aiden asked.

"You're just..." Tristan paused as if trying to find the right word,
"Cute." He finished with a smile. The word that initially popped into his
head was `mine' but that seemed a bit possessive and Tristan didn't want to
freak Aiden out or anything like that. It was the way he felt though.

	Aiden blushed and looked away for a moment, "T-thanks." He mumbled
patting his pants down then glancing left and right.

"Are you looking from something?" Tristan asked an amused grin on his face.

"K-keys." Aiden replied feeling around the couch. He continued to look for
a few minutes growing more frustrated by the second.

"C-crap." He said plopping back down on the couch.

"Hey Aiden."

"H-huh?" Aiden said turning his head a bit to look at Tristan who had
Aiden's keys dangling from his index finger and a proud smile on his face.

"H-hey!" He squealed lunging for the keys. Tristan moved his hand out of
Aiden's reach laughing. "C-come on." Aiden whined trying in vain to get his
keys back.

	Tristan leaned back on the arm of the couch causing Aiden to crawl
up Tristan's waist so he was straddling him.

"P-please T-tristan." Aiden said with a pout and a small giggle.

`Say pretty please." Tristan teased.

"Pretty please.... with a c-cherry on t-top." Aiden added for good measure.

"I don't even like cherries." Tristan said laughing, "How about pretty
please with... a kiss on top?"

	Aiden smiled above him and leaned down. When his lips met Tristan's
he couldn't help but wonder how he kept his lips so soft. He felt Tristan's
hands tangle themselves in his hair and a moment later something he had yet
to feel. A tongue. Aiden jerked backwards and immediately regretted it when
he saw the look in Tristan's wide eyes.

"I'm sorry, I wasn't thinking. I'm sorr-" Tristan began repeating worried
he had upset Aiden.

"T-tristan." Aiden whispered.

"Huh?"

"S-shutup." Aiden demanded cutting off the response Tristan was about to
give with his lips.

	This time it was Aiden who took the next step and tentatively added
his tongue to the kiss. He desperately hoped he was doing it right and not
making a total fool of himself. When they finally parted Aiden looked down
at Tristan who had what could only be described as a look of pure content
on his face.

"N-now I d-don't w-want to leave." Aiden whispered, giggling softly.

Tristan laughed softly form underneath Aiden.

	Aiden started towards the door with Tristan close behind. He turned
around to say goodbye and found himself in Tristan's arms. Aiden slipped
his arms around Tristan's neck, surprising himself at how natural it all
felt. Since he'd told Tristan about his father it was like a huge weight
had been lifted off his shoulders. He felt like he could do or say anything
with Tristan.

"I'll s-see you t-t-omorrow." Aiden said softly.

"OK" Tristan replied pulling Aiden a little closer and giving him another
kiss. Aiden turned to leave and paused at the door when Tristan called his
name.

"Y-yeah?"

"Forgetting something?" Tristan asked, holding out Aiden's keys to him.

	Aiden snatched his keys back and stuck his tongue out at Tristan
which Tristan promptly grabbed.

"You shouldn't stick you're tongue out at innocent people. You might never
get it back."

Aiden struggled for a moment and said something unintelligible until
Tristan finally let his tongue go.

"Bye." He said not letting go of Aiden.

"Bye" Aiden said, without any intention of moving.

They stood like that for a few moments until Aiden finally made it out the
door leaving Tristan with a huge smile on his face and feeling better than
he had in a long time.

	His mood quickly dissolved when his mother came home though.

"Mom?" Tristan asked.

His mother jumped a little, not expecting Tristan to still be awake, let
alone on the living room couch.

"What are you still doing up?"

"Why don't you like Aiden?" Tristan blurted, completely skipping over the
speech he had planned.

"What? I do like him, I just-" Aiden's mother paused, not sure how to word
it, "I don't think he's right for you that's all."

"What?!" Tristan shrieked. Aiden not right for him? What the hell?

"Honey don't take this the wrong way, but it seems like he has..."
Tristan's mother paused not wanting to upset Tristan, but not wanting to
lie either, "problems."

"Problems?! Mom what the hell?!" Tristan snapped felling his temper start
to rise.

"He has that stutter and I mean obviously some family troubles."

"So?"

`I just don't think that's what you need in your first relationship."
Tristan's mother said slowly and cautiously.

"You know what mom, why don't you let me decide what I need!" Tristan said
turning to go up the stairs.

"You don't know what you need!" his mother snapped, losing her composure.

Tristan spun back around, quickly advancing on his mother, "I don't know
what I need huh? I'll tell you what I DON'T need mom. I DON'T need you
suddenly deciding you want me as a son after throwing me away. I DON'T need
you judging someone who means the whole damn world to me, and I sure as
hell don't need this conversation right now!"

	Tristan's mother stood frozen as she watched her only sun
practically sprint up the stairs. She hadn't meant to make Tristan so mad
but she felt it needed to be said. She just didn't trust Aiden with her
son.

						***

	"T-tristan ar-re you ok?" Aiden asked for the third time that
morning.

 They were sitting in class and Tristan had been quite and withdrawn all
morning. Aiden was starting to get worried that he had done something
wrong. That thought alone was enough to take his mind off the looks Chad
was shooting at him.

"Yeah, fine." Tristan mumbled half-heartedly.

"You s-sure?"

"I'm fucking fine Aiden just back off!" Tristan snapped, anger flashing in
those ocean blues.

	Aiden's mouth dropped open in shock and he turned his head away so
Tristan wouldn't see the tears in his eyes. So it WAS something he had
done. Tristan opened his mouth to apologize, but was interrupted by the
teacher demanding quiet.

	At the end of class Aiden bolted out of there. Tristan tried to
follow but the teacher asked him to stay after class to discuss
something. Aiden quickly made his way towards his car as fast as he
could. He knew he was being dramatic but he couldn't help it. He was about
halfway across the parking lot when he heard his name being
called. Thinking it was Tristan he paused and turned around. It wasn't
Tristan.

"Hey fag boy." Chad sneered.

Aiden looked around noticing he was surrounded by four of Chad's
friends. He looked around a little frantically to find that the parking lot
was deserted. They were all alone.

"I d-don't want any t-t-trouble." Aiden squeaked.

"Well that's to bad cuz we do." Chad said stepping closer to Aiden.

"C-c-come on g-g-guys." Aiden begged.

"C-c-c-come on g-guys!" Chad mocked in a high pitched voice, "Sorry Aiden
but you're just gonna have to pay."

"F-for w-w-hat?" Aiden said, his eyes filling up with tears.

"For fucking up my senior year that's what!" Chad snapped, "Ever since you
and your little buddy Tristan popped up my life has gone to hell. You know
my girlfriend dumped me cuz of you? Maybe you know her. Amy."

Realization struck Aiden. Amy. Oh great, just great, that was just his
luck. Aiden had tears streaming down his face and was beginning to
panic. He thought about running. He knew he could make it. But before he
could act on the thought he felt a pair of arms wrap around him from behind
and he knew he was being held in place. He squeezed his eyes shit,
preparing himself for the first blow. When it finally came it was hard and
brutal to the stomach. Aiden thought he was going to be sick. No wait he
KNEW he was. He waited for the second blow and it.....never came. He felt
himself being dropped to the ground and could faintly make out the
conversation about him.

"...touch him again!"

"What are you gonna do beat me up?"

"No, I'll fucking kill you!"

"Oooh, I'm scared."

"Just stay away from him!"

"By the end of the day we'll get him, you better plan on it."

	The voices faded away and he felt someone's hand on his shoulder.

"Aiden baby are you ok?" A voice he immediately identified as Tristan's
asked.

He was to busy trying not to throw up to smile at the endearment and just
nodded.

"Are you sure?"

Aiden wiped the remaining tears off his cheeks, "Y-y-yeah I'm o-o-k." Aiden
realized how they must look to anyone passing by and hurriedly stood,
swaying a bit. Tristan reached an arm around his waist to steady him.

"Whoa, take it easy Aiden."

"B-b-but p-people c-c-c.." Aiden tried to get out, blocking halfway
through.

Tristan got the point though and just held Aiden tighter.

"I don't care about people I care about you." Tristan said firmly, brushing
a stray lock of hair from Aiden's forehead.

Aiden gave Tristan a shaky smile and buried his head in Tristan's
chest. When he was absolutely positive he wasn't going to throw up or fall
he broke the embrace.

"T-t-thanks"

Tristan just smiled and a look of what Aiden could have sworn was guilt
flashed across his face. But that couldn't have been right. Tristan had
nothing to feel guilty about.

"I don't really feel like driving and I doubt you do either, you wanna just
walk around?" Tristan suggested.

"S-sure." Aiden responded. He thought it was odd Tristan didn't mention
anything about what had just happened, but he figured if Tristan could let
it go so could he.

	They were walking around for about 10 minutes when Tristan grabbed
Aiden's hand.

"T-tristan!" Aiden hissed.

`What?" He asked innocently.

"P-people."

Tristan turned to look at Aiden and smiled, "I don't care about people I
care about you. I'm not dating people, I'm dating you. But if it makes you
feel any better there's no one around."

Aiden looked and indeed there wasn't so he relaxed and enjoyed he
walk. Before they knew it the bell for lunch rang and their quiet time was
over. Tristan reluctantly let go of Aiden's hand knowing how uncomfortable
it made him.

"Guess we better go eat huh?"

"Y-yeah."

	When they entered the cafeteria Aiden was surprised and relieved to
see that Chad wasn't there. They sat down to an almost simultaneous and all
female 'Hi Tristan'. Aiden had to fought not to roll his eyes.

"Hi Aiden." Amy said batting here eyelashes and leaning forward, clearly
flirting.

"U-um h-hi." Aiden faltered, not sure how to respond. She was after all
part of the reason he just got beat up.

"So what are you doing this weekend?" Aiden almost gagged. Her perfume was
slowly suffocating him.

"U-Um n-nothing?" Aiden half answered, half asked, unsure. He wasn't
positive how this how social interaction thing was supposed to work.

"He's hanging out with me." Tristan cut in because he couldn't just let
Aiden squirm like that, but mostly because he'd never hit a female but Amy
was pushing the limit the closer she got to Aiden.

"Oh" She said clearly disappointed.

	The rest of the lunch went quite like that. Amy flirting, Aiden
faltering, and Tristan trying his best not to throw a fit. By the time last
period rolled around Aiden was more then ready to go home, but Tristan
suggested walking to a little ice cream shop right by the school and Aiden
agreed.

	They were sitting on a bench enjoying their ice cream when Tristan
excused himself to go to the restroom. Not even 30 seconds after he left
Aiden heard a voice that sent chills down his spine.

"Hey loser."

	Aiden stood up, with Chad and his friends quickly approaching. He
was just about to take off running when he felt himself being grabbed from
behind again. Chad wasted no time in picking up right where he left off
punching Aiden in the stomach, seemingly 10 times harder that last
time. Then the second blow came. By the fourth hit Aiden found himself on
his knees. Pretty soon the kicks began and Aiden on instinct curled himself
into a ball. His father's favorite thing to do used to be kicking and he
knew exactly what to do to protect his face and any other place that was
vital. He knew if he just stayed like this they couldn't hurt him that
badly and soon Tristan would come to save him. He knew he would.

	After a minute the kicks and blows slowed down and Aiden wondered
of they were done. Then he heard a noise he couldn't quite identify and
only when he heard the conversation above him did he understand.

"Chad what the hell man?!"

"Shut up!"

"Chad man you just said we were gonna mess him up a little bit, you didn't
say anything about a knife!"

A KNIFE?! Oh god they were going to kill him....No! Tristan would come, he
would just have to now.

"He's a fucking faggot and a punk. He deserves to die!"

"Chad man that's fucking crazy put the knife away!"

"No! Don't you get it? It's people like him that are cluttering up our
world. I'm just doing a bit of spring cleaning."

"Chad man, that's fucking crazy, YOU'RE fucking crazy!"

"Whatever."

The was a brief moment of silence.

"CHAD DON-"

	A horrendous pain shot through Aiden's side. His vision clouded
over with red and streaks of white. Another pain even worse than the first
came and Aiden heard a shrill scream, like the kind you hear on a horror
movie and realized it was him. Oh god Oh god. `Tristan please hurry.' Aiden
thought. He was going to die. He was going to bleed to death right here on
the sidewalk if Tristan didn't hurry. He just had to stay awake. He just
had to. But it was getting so dark and there was so much pain...

"Aiden! Oh god! Aiden!" He heard a voice shout. See, he knew it. Tristan
had come to save him. He knew it all along.

				    ***

Authors note: this is my first try at erotic writing so feedback is ALWAYS
welcome! Please send any comments or suggestions to BLNCH@MSN.COM. I just
want to say THANK YOU to everyone who sent me feedback. It's been really
helpful. Some feedback from the last chapter somehow got lost or deleted so
if I didn't reply and it was important or anything like that, try again
and, I'll make sure you get your response this chapter. Sorry about any
errors in this chapter, I was in a rush to get it out.